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“This man speaks the truth!” Hollered one of the Knights into the crowd. “Thousands of people, dead, in the ice.” Heavy sounds came from outside. Before the Knights had a chance they had been surrounded by Knights of their own order.

“Take the Knights away.” Ordered Elrich. The Knights put up their hands and dropped their weapons. They were escorted away. “As for you Northman.” Elrich lifted a crossbow from behind the pulpit and fired it at Drake. The bolt entered his chest, squelching followed the collapsed lung. Drake fell to his knees. His vision became blurry. He felt like he was breathing in water. It was just his blood though, he was drowning in it. Elrich stepped down from the pulpit and made his way toward Drake. He brought his face close to Drake’s, and said, quietly,

            “Listen up Drake, people have no say in how a government is run, let alone have the power to make any changes. Yeah, people have challenged my rule of the known world, but they all ended up like you. So hurry up and die. Breathe, it will be faster.” Drake slowly reached for the dagger that he stole from the Templar on the mountain and gathered together the rest of his strength to thrust it into Elrich’s belly. As soon as his blade hit home, new pangs of pain radiated from all over his body. He felt the shafts as they protruded from his chest. There were so many. He also saw Elrich fall to his side. Drake fell over and closed his eyes. I’m going to sleep good today. He thought just before he gave up the ghost. Drake was no longer.